I have five minutes to put some words down. So I set my watch and set out to capture something from the swirl in my head...

Ready....Go.

Just do it. Just see the thing and tackle it. Don't whine about how difficult, how impossible, how painful it is. Knuckle down, buckle down, do it do it do it!

Grit. I want to have the grit to follow my own advice. I tell my kids all the above, but what do I preach to myself? I am a recovering-procrastinator, and as with most addictions, we tend to say that recovery is a life-long process. But I want to be over it. I want to rid myself of the weight of all the undones that loom over me, because they suck the life out of me.

I want grit.

But Iwant plush, downy compassion, too. I want it for others (my kids) and I want others to have it for me. Some things are just too hard. Some things take more compassion and less push.

God lived in the grit. He who became dust and flesh lived in the grittiness of this world and overcame. With love, He overcame. And He got things done.

So I just do the next thing.

Stop.

Your turn! Hop over here and give it a try. Leave me a comment and tell me how you liked the assignment.